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Jan. 26th, 2003 12:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jfbDeb Talan was cool. A cool and frustrating thing about her was that she has written a lot more good songs than she had time to play.
Catie Curtis was also cool, again. I bought her new CD, which is acoustic versions of a new song and eleven old ones.
People sang along when they were supposed to, which was nice. A frustrating thing about the (generally great) Erin McKeown show a couple weeks back was that people didn't sing along very well. But then some of those songs were hard to sing along with. Except for the "Oh Estelle!" shout in "Le Petit Mort", which got plenty of response.
The first time I saw Catie Curtis was at Fuel in San Jose. Fuel is late and lamented, but was not really a folk venue, and my memory says it was a daytime show, so, short story already too long, there wasn't much of a crowd there. I loved the opening act (the Nields) and I loved the song by Catie's fiddler (Kris Delmhorst) but I didn't really enjoy Catie's set. Something about it was, I felt, "too country" for me. (I can't tell you now how I arrived at this conclusion.)
The next time I saw her was at the Warfield in San Francisco. I don't like the Warfield much, but I loved the concert. At the time I thought this was because she'd gotten less country and I knew I'd gotten to like country music more. But now I think maybe it was simpler: She was playing to a crowd of adoring fans, and she adored them right back. It's all about chemistry.
Tonight was another adoring night.
Catie Curtis was also cool, again. I bought her new CD, which is acoustic versions of a new song and eleven old ones.
People sang along when they were supposed to, which was nice. A frustrating thing about the (generally great) Erin McKeown show a couple weeks back was that people didn't sing along very well. But then some of those songs were hard to sing along with. Except for the "Oh Estelle!" shout in "Le Petit Mort", which got plenty of response.
The first time I saw Catie Curtis was at Fuel in San Jose. Fuel is late and lamented, but was not really a folk venue, and my memory says it was a daytime show, so, short story already too long, there wasn't much of a crowd there. I loved the opening act (the Nields) and I loved the song by Catie's fiddler (Kris Delmhorst) but I didn't really enjoy Catie's set. Something about it was, I felt, "too country" for me. (I can't tell you now how I arrived at this conclusion.)
The next time I saw her was at the Warfield in San Francisco. I don't like the Warfield much, but I loved the concert. At the time I thought this was because she'd gotten less country and I knew I'd gotten to like country music more. But now I think maybe it was simpler: She was playing to a crowd of adoring fans, and she adored them right back. It's all about chemistry.
Tonight was another adoring night.
